Gadd.
[Loftily.] Done, sir, with you!
[They seat themselves at the table, and cut for coppers. Tom is walking about, surveying the room.]
Avonia.
[Taking off her hat and wiping it with her handkerchief.] Well, Thomas, what do you think of it?
Tom.
This is the kind of chamber I want for the first act of my comedy——-
Avonia.
Oh, lor', your head's continually running on your comedy. Half this blessed evening——